Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
Janine sniffed the room casually, taking in the typical scents. After a few moments, however, she picked up unfamiliar scents, and she scanned the room for their sources. She stared at Sir Keigal until Raban whispered in her ear. Stranger? What…? And then she saw him - the man that stood as ominous as a spindly tree with bare branches in a dark forest. She was easily able to pick up on the unease in Raban’s voice, which did nothing to calm her down. Just from picking up Raban’s worry, the rattles of warning echoed softly in her head. Danger. The sounds aren't overwhelming, but it was present.
Thankfully, they didn’t make her zone out on what was to be said.
Janine’s ears picked up the multitude of nervous nosies the knight next to her kept exerting, and she stared at the chair before taking in the stranger that was clearly not a new Knight. He dressed too simple, and his body type didn’t exactly match. Well if she was to be fair, neither did hers exactly, but she was more muscular than this man. And yet, as innocent as he seemed to be, she knew that was far from the truth.
She glanced at his eyes, and she gave a soft hiss through her barely opened mouth. Whoever this man was, she was beginning to grow intimidated by them. She took another glance at Raban and studied him for a moment. He seemed to be doing the same thing as her - silently gathering information through observation. However, with his knowledge, he would most likely be able to come up with more accurate conclusions better than her. And more scary ones.
When he spoke again, Janine followed his gaze back to the chair. She slowly nodded her head, quietly agreeing with him. There was no way that this belonged directly to be Order. She’d never seen that thing last week, or the week before that. Janine listened carefully as Sir Kiegal spoke.j She snorted softly in surprise instead of gasping as her impulses almost permitted. This was about Raban. Damnit.
This wasn’t going to be good at all.
She continued to listen, ears lowering slightly in nervousness. She had hoped that the Order would’ve forgotten about that little detail. Apparently not. She silently cursed Sir Kiegal and his mental diligence. Then there was a sudden touch to her hand. That time she gasped a little, and turned her head a little to Raban’s hand. Was he that nervous? Should she return the motion? But in honesty, she didn't know exactly how to return it. So she just put a few fingers above his, to let him know she was there too.
She had no idea how Raban was taking all this. They were basically talking about how to detect and kill him right in front of his face. But they were all oblivious to the fact. She hoped that he could keep calm until the meeting was over. Hopefully, this was a meeting that was all talk, with nothing that could present them with any danger.
And yet, at the same time, Janine wasn’t completely filled with worry. She was also sensing herself to be filled with irritation and anger - even though that most werewolves were dangerous, Raban wasn’t just some mindless beast - he was kind and caring, and he had more consideration over life than most people. To kill someone like him is a crime in itself. She shook a little as the anger built, but she kept herself relatively calm. Somehow.
And then this… Greaves man spoke. While a few things made her nervous, she didn’t really put a human on that list. However, this man made her terribly so. He was a Hunter….. A hunter of werewolves and vampires….. Would that mean he could excel in demon hunting as well? His speech was…. Informational if she would say so. While he said many things that she already knew, she didn’t like the way he was announcing the information. He must really know what he was doing, and she didn’t like it.
Her ear flicked upward a little when Raban whispered again. The best? What did that mean? And then the words of Greaves entered her ears again. Wolfsbane. Did she read about that? She wasn't entirely sure. But she might’ve talked about it with Raban. And the man had the means to make everyone a vial of the most deadly things for a werewolf. She growled in her head; it was like they were hoping to kill the werewolf overnight.
And then someone asked about the chair. As curious as she was about the chair, she would’ve never voiced her interest in it. But the sheer morbid excitement the man drew from the question alone was enough to put a chill up her spine. She didn’t like this man at all. The Order was just going to drag everyone they suspected into this chair? Wouldn't that just cause a panic? But then again, they probably wouldn’t want to spread fear around…. This whole werewolf fishing would most likely be discreet, quietly questioning various people if they showed suspicious behavior. That method sounded more… Ideal. But more scary. Who knows who would be watching the town? How long was this man supposed to stay?
Then he asked for a demonstration. Damnit. So much for just telling and not showing. She was so deep in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize that the room was suddenly quiet. That was, until she zoned back to the present and felt Raban’s hand shift. The hell? She turned her head to see the other knights staring at Raban, and then to the platform where Sir Kiegal and that Greaves were also eyeing her fellow Knight. She took a double take before realizing what was about to happen.
Oh no. Oh shit. She eyed Raban, worry glazing over her eyes and face. She couldn’t let him get up there! But she couldn’t get herself in trouble, and she didn’t want to make a scene. She couldn't back Raban up if she was kicked out of the Order.
'Damnit Raban! What are we supposed to do about this?!'
Thankfully, they didn’t make her zone out on what was to be said.
Janine’s ears picked up the multitude of nervous nosies the knight next to her kept exerting, and she stared at the chair before taking in the stranger that was clearly not a new Knight. He dressed too simple, and his body type didn’t exactly match. Well if she was to be fair, neither did hers exactly, but she was more muscular than this man. And yet, as innocent as he seemed to be, she knew that was far from the truth.
She glanced at his eyes, and she gave a soft hiss through her barely opened mouth. Whoever this man was, she was beginning to grow intimidated by them. She took another glance at Raban and studied him for a moment. He seemed to be doing the same thing as her - silently gathering information through observation. However, with his knowledge, he would most likely be able to come up with more accurate conclusions better than her. And more scary ones.
When he spoke again, Janine followed his gaze back to the chair. She slowly nodded her head, quietly agreeing with him. There was no way that this belonged directly to be Order. She’d never seen that thing last week, or the week before that. Janine listened carefully as Sir Kiegal spoke.j She snorted softly in surprise instead of gasping as her impulses almost permitted. This was about Raban. Damnit.
This wasn’t going to be good at all.
She continued to listen, ears lowering slightly in nervousness. She had hoped that the Order would’ve forgotten about that little detail. Apparently not. She silently cursed Sir Kiegal and his mental diligence. Then there was a sudden touch to her hand. That time she gasped a little, and turned her head a little to Raban’s hand. Was he that nervous? Should she return the motion? But in honesty, she didn't know exactly how to return it. So she just put a few fingers above his, to let him know she was there too.
She had no idea how Raban was taking all this. They were basically talking about how to detect and kill him right in front of his face. But they were all oblivious to the fact. She hoped that he could keep calm until the meeting was over. Hopefully, this was a meeting that was all talk, with nothing that could present them with any danger.
And yet, at the same time, Janine wasn’t completely filled with worry. She was also sensing herself to be filled with irritation and anger - even though that most werewolves were dangerous, Raban wasn’t just some mindless beast - he was kind and caring, and he had more consideration over life than most people. To kill someone like him is a crime in itself. She shook a little as the anger built, but she kept herself relatively calm. Somehow.
And then this… Greaves man spoke. While a few things made her nervous, she didn’t really put a human on that list. However, this man made her terribly so. He was a Hunter….. A hunter of werewolves and vampires….. Would that mean he could excel in demon hunting as well? His speech was…. Informational if she would say so. While he said many things that she already knew, she didn’t like the way he was announcing the information. He must really know what he was doing, and she didn’t like it.
Her ear flicked upward a little when Raban whispered again. The best? What did that mean? And then the words of Greaves entered her ears again. Wolfsbane. Did she read about that? She wasn't entirely sure. But she might’ve talked about it with Raban. And the man had the means to make everyone a vial of the most deadly things for a werewolf. She growled in her head; it was like they were hoping to kill the werewolf overnight.
And then someone asked about the chair. As curious as she was about the chair, she would’ve never voiced her interest in it. But the sheer morbid excitement the man drew from the question alone was enough to put a chill up her spine. She didn’t like this man at all. The Order was just going to drag everyone they suspected into this chair? Wouldn't that just cause a panic? But then again, they probably wouldn’t want to spread fear around…. This whole werewolf fishing would most likely be discreet, quietly questioning various people if they showed suspicious behavior. That method sounded more… Ideal. But more scary. Who knows who would be watching the town? How long was this man supposed to stay?
Then he asked for a demonstration. Damnit. So much for just telling and not showing. She was so deep in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize that the room was suddenly quiet. That was, until she zoned back to the present and felt Raban’s hand shift. The hell? She turned her head to see the other knights staring at Raban, and then to the platform where Sir Kiegal and that Greaves were also eyeing her fellow Knight. She took a double take before realizing what was about to happen.
Oh no. Oh shit. She eyed Raban, worry glazing over her eyes and face. She couldn’t let him get up there! But she couldn’t get herself in trouble, and she didn’t want to make a scene. She couldn't back Raban up if she was kicked out of the Order.
'Damnit Raban! What are we supposed to do about this?!'